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Indie Earthspark Optimus Prime, written by Ocean, 25+

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He is looking disrespectfully. “Lord Prime.”

Optimus' optics flickered briefly in surprise, and then darkened a little, helm tipping a bit as he turned slightly- not enough to look at Megatron directly, but enough to catch the shape of him in the reflection of the metal next to him. "...Lord Protector. I haven't heard you call me that one in a while."

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“Is it illegal, now, to appreciate you putting a little effort into your appearance now and again?” Megatron drawls, leaning against the doorframe with his servos casually resting on his hips. “It’s not every orn the great Optimus Prime deigns to do himself up with a tin of polish. I’ve got to get my fill before you go out an’ decide rolling around in mud is an enriching hobby.”

"Is that so," he murmured back, turning finally to fully face Megatron. "As I recall, my Lord Protector, you like the dirt more than I do." Was he teasing? Most certainly. He was allowed to every now and again, he thought.

Using his hip to push away from the desk he'd been leaned over, preening in really, he came to rest in from of Megatron, tapping a finger to his chassis.

"And what else were you admiring while my back was turned? Megatron?"

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He is looking disrespectfully. “Lord Prime.”

Optimus' optics flickered briefly in surprise, and then darkened a little, helm tipping a bit as he turned slightly- not enough to look at Megatron directly, but enough to catch the shape of him in the reflection of the metal next to him. "...Lord Protector. I haven't heard you call me that one in a while."

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“I cann’y get up. The little ones…”

Please. Help him. The Terrans have not taken the time change well and now Megatron is stuck where he is under a pile of recharging younglings.

It had started with just Twitch and Jawbreaker, but now he’s got all five of them piled on him like space barnacles…

Optimus watched with equal fondness and amusement. Surely Megatron knew he radiated a great amount of.. well. The Terrans loved him, to no one's surprise.

"I'm afraid I can't save you, Megatron. Your fate has been sealed," Optimus said, with all the grim seriousness he could muster.

"I'll have to leave you here."

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D-16 regards this massive (no, really, how tall is this mech?) cogged bot with no small amount of suspicion.

Even though Dee does take the half-cube of Energon 'Optimus' offered him. Better to have a full tank if weird stuff is happening. Or if he's going to be... Well, actually, he has no idea what any of this has to do with him at all.

"What do you mean, you're the Prime? Sentinel's the Prime. He was literally on the viewscreen this lumina."

He wanted to explain to him- to D-16, oh, Dee, his Dee, but.. how to explain it? How to explain to Dee that Optimus hadn't seen him in so, so long? That he was made Prime because of.. no, he really.. didn't think that would go over well.

"Sentinel isn't here, anymore," he said softly, instead, smiling feeling... perhaps equal parts heavy, and happily bewildered. "I'm the Prime now, yes. Someone has to do it, might as well be me, right?" A pause, and then a playful quip was leaving him before he could rein it back in, "Although you would've done a better job, maybe."

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Big eyes. Head fins back. He is staring at you Megsy. Maybe even whining a little.

Megatron sighs heavily, squoon halfway to his mouth.

"Did you already finish your dessert? Again?"

"Megatron," Optimus wheedled, perhaps a tad too pathetic, fins tipped backwards farther. "May I have a second serving?"

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“There isn’t any more of the rocky road one you like. I told you that when I got it out of the cold storage for you,” Megatron reminds him, mild frown deepening to a scowl.

Honestly. How had he spent so many years fighting this mech? Optimus was a mess.

Even as he puts his squoon back into his cup of coolant custard and hands it to Optimus, Megatron needles at him. “These cravings of yours! I think you ought to video call Ratchet at some point…”

Drat. They'd have to go shopping, then.

Not that he didn't immensely enjoy shopping with Megatron, who made a list, while Optimus often simply grabbed something he thought they might need, even though this occasionally led to silly things like Megatron shouting, "why'd ya even pick up a can'o that, ye numpty, ye dinnae even like that one!"

Head fins tipping forward, and then waggling furiously at the offered treat, he shifted so that he could press side to side against Megatron instead with quiet thanks. A sqoonful for him, and then an offered sqoonful out for Megatron. "Share?"

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He feels brittle and pathetic as he pulls Optimus hand from his forearm, where his cannon ought to install, and instead brings it up to press it palm-down against his throat.

“You know that I love you, right? I love you. I can say it a million times over and still not be sure I’ve said it enough. I love you, Optimus.”

Ah. Optimus knew what that meant. Once upon a time, he'd been a little horrified by it, before he understood what it was Megatron wanted- what he meant by it. Optimus is ever the stalwart wall.

When Megatron feels lopsided, Optimus is there for him to collapse against.

His digits, warm and a bit textured by the scratches on them, curl around Megatron's throat, gentle but firm. "I know, Megatron- I do know. And I love you, too. Always. Come- come here. Come, and let me hold you a while."

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Babysitting for a friend

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Big eyes. Head fins back. He is staring at you Megsy. Maybe even whining a little.

Megatron sighs heavily, squoon halfway to his mouth.

"Did you already finish your dessert? Again?"

"Megatron," Optimus wheedled, perhaps a tad too pathetic, fins tipped backwards farther. "May I have a second serving?"

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So we not canon anymore, we not doin that. YOINK.

“You called for parley. I’m willing to allow it.”

He should probably say something- anything, really, but his optics are quite fixed to the little flash of fabric tied around Megatron's waist.

It makes him feel a bit.. overheated.

"Yes.. 'allow'. Ah.." What were his lines? He couldn't remember, really. Instead, he was struck by Megatron's sharp beauty, the harsh symmetry of his face, the furrow of his brow, he-

"I surrender." That's definitely not the line, but it's what he said. No take backs.

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{ @primalmonarchy } "It's so attractive when you tell people what their rights are. Mmph."

All that stern, authoritarian confidence turns bashful and awkward at Optimus’ playful flirtations. Megatron shuffles in place, shoulder plating flaring as he glances away, flustered.

“D’ye? It isn’t too much?”

"I think you should explain collective bargaining and leverage, and not crossing the line to them." Optimus pressed against Megatron's back, tucking his faceplate into the warm expanse between his shoulder and his neck and making a low rumbling noise. "It would be incredibly hot."

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Big, blue optics peer over at him from across the way. He'd been like that all day, really- distracted, of course, by Megatron's sheer beauty. The stocky build of his chassis, his pauldrons, the stern, downturned furrow of his brow.. captivating, truly.

Megatron had likewise spent the day glancing over at Optimus when the truck was busy with other things, which it seemed Optimus often was; it felt as if the truck couldn’t go more than a few kliks without doing something. He was always moving. Always touching things, or fidgeting with a stylus, or biting his lip, or being unreasonable.

Being the Prime only made that habit worse. Now it wasn’t just that Orion was a pest, it was Optimus ‘receiving visions from the past Primes’ or ‘being a pest but with divine permission’.

It was. Wildly distracting.

But when their optics meet on Megatron’s next glance, he quickly looks away and clears his vocoder, his face getting awfully warm. “Knock it off, Optimus.”

"Yes, Megatron," Optimus murmured dutifully, slow blinking at him with all the affection of a large cat. For all anyone else though, Optimus was stubborn, but he did listen to Megatron. 'Knock it off', he says, and Optimus sets his little project down, instead, to come over to bother Megatron up close, instead. After all, Megatron had asked him to stop what he was doing- could he be blamed if he was just being obedient?

Hooking his chin over Megatron's shoulder, he laced his servos underneath Megatron's chassis, and made a content hum, optics slanting with how pleased he was with himself. And Megatron was nice and warm- mmm.

Maybe he could lean his weight on Megatron. ..just a little.

He'd have to be careful, though, or he was going to doze off standing straight up. ..again. Which he had done before until Megatron had huffed and told him to shove off.

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A low, droning noise, the hum of the matrix, behind Megatron. Optimus settled his servo on Megatron's lower back- 'stay where you are'. "I'm of the opinion," Optimus started, tone dipping down into something slightly irritated, "that in order to talk to Bumblebee, one need not frighten him, Megatron. ..wouldn't you agree?"

Optimus has long stopped registering as a threat on Megatron’s internal radar. It had been, to Megatron’s skewed memory, laughably easy for Optimus to convince his subsystems to let him back in; his handshake codes for wired linkup were still the same as Pax’s, and Megatron had simply never reconfigured himself to let go of Orion. It was unthinkable to him to wipe Orion’s access permissions, and as far as he’d known Optimus had an entire new suite of installations and security protocols…

Well, it had saved them some moments of uncomfortable finagling, in the end, so he couldn’t complain too much.

Megatron still twitches forward at Optimus’ servo coming to rest at the base of his spinal strut.

“I’d hadn’t of known it was him,” the rotary groused back, one hand loosely curled on the railing in front of him. “Bumblebee’s quieter than you’d expect an’ I wasn’t paying much attention. He’s fine, Prime. Your favoritism does him no favors, though.”

Optimus pressed closer, crowding against Megatron. The hum of the Matrix grew ever louder- like a swarm of angered bees.

"My favoritism," Optimus' tone went lower, so close to being sub-vocal without quite dipping into plating rattling territory. Lips brushed the side of Megatron's helmet. "It's not necessarily that you didn't know he was there, was it? Megatron... you're doing that thing, again, aren't you? The one where you don't rest, get a bit grumpy, and then snap at the closest mech?" They both knew that if Bumblebee had really startled him -unlikely- that Megatron simply would've jumped a little, and then fussed at Bee. Not outright snarled at him. Optimus' other servo squeezed at Megatron's hip. It was all the warning he was giving the mech before he was bending, twisting his top half to pick Megatron up.

And promptly put him on his shoulder.

"It sounds like, then, you are in need of a nap. I am going to make you take one. This is not an argument you will win."

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“You coddle him,” Megatron points out, not in the least deterred by Optimus’ attempts to be sweet. “You keep him off the field when you can and you saddle him with babysitting duties when you can’t find any other excuse. We both know Bumblebee’s more than accomplished. He was Prowl’s understudy for a while, even. You’re lucky he’s too good-natured to get outwardly resentful.”

He ex-vents in a huff, armor rustling. Even now that the GHOST base had been cleared of human operatives and the… bizarre androids created by Croft… Megatron dislikes it. It was more human than Cybertronian aesthetic for the simple fact that the humans were the ones to initially construct the space and had to retrofit for Cybertronian utility; even the places where Wheeljack had remodeled for his own uses were still left with human touches behind. Not for the first time does Megatron find himself missing the Nemesis, for all her leaky pipes and drafty upper decks.

“I rest plenty— hey!”

Optimus hauls all the weight of him up like Megatron weighed nothing more than the worries stacking up in his processor. The mech was implacable, built to carry and pull heavy burdens over incredible distances. Megatron thunks blunt fists against the idiot’s upper back and cusses at him.

“You meddling little glitch, unhand me! I do not need t’be put down to recharge like a whinging, overtired bitty, Optimus, this is ridiculous— I’m goin’ t’ kill you, I swear it!”

"Mmhm," Optimus hummed back, just as good-natured as Megatron accused Bumblebee of being.

Megatron wasn't.. wrong, he supposed, but that wasn't necessarily the point of this. They could sit down and discuss that later, if that was something that Megatron truly found to be an issue- Optimus could be.. stubborn, he would admit, but. He didn't want to get in the way of Bee's own accomplishments and future.

As it was, he wasn't going to listen right this moment because Megatron was being tired and grouchy. Which meant he was not, in fact, resting enough.

Fists drumming against his plating, Optimus can't help his little laugh about it, optics squinting in amusement. "Now now, Megatron, language- Dot wouldn't be happy if the Terrans started repeating some of that, I don't think." Funny- Dot wasn't often a threat he could use against Megatron, but they both knew she wouldn't hesitate to tear him a 'new one' if she found out he'd taught her babies a few new, choice words. "Aren't you supposed to be a poet? You can't be a little more creative than that?" A warm servo settled on his aft plate, patting at him absently as he made his way to their own rooms. His or Megatrons, he wondered, only briefly, before deciding that yes, they should take Optimus'. Megatron slept with so few pillows and liked to complain about his over abundance of them, but even Megatron fell into recharge amongst them.

"Do you want the thinner sheets, Megatron? Summer has it very warm out."

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"Is Megatron grouchy? Certainly."

"I can fix him."

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“AH’M GINNE TURN ALL YER BOOKS SPINE SIDE IN.”

"WAIT-"

"Is Megatron grouchy? Certainly."

"I can fix him."

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"Is Megatron grouchy? Certainly."

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